The Way Ahead

Wish I could see the world the way I see an ant hill. All the swarm­ing lines of peo­ple milling over the planet. I see those ants by chance and I don’t have an impact on their swirling. They are doing their thing, and I am doing my thing. I am look­ing but not really look­ing at any one par­tic­u­lar ant. Really, just pass­ing by. The pat­tern of their milling is inter­est­ing, like a kalei­do­scope. I am sure our pat­tern is also kind of cool to see. We are doing our thing and the world is spin­ning and that is about it.

Right now I am worn, tired. I would like to be trav­el­ing, look­ing, being some­where else. I like the get­ting on a plane and then walk­ing off and lit­er­ally being on a dif­fer­ent spot on the curv­ing earth. Would like to wake up and write and make pic­tures and eat food and walk around and sit and then swim and eat and sleep long enough to dream all the way through a dream and wake up slowly and walk hand in hand and daw­dle and ignore some­thing ”impor­tant” and draw a pic­ture and run into water and take night pic­tures and eat a mango at mid­night in a warm place.